The City Hunter (Complete) - Part 2

Chapter Eleven: Lawyer's Rescue

Wu Min was a little surprised. Jinzhong Law Firm? That's a very famous law firm in Zhonghai
, supposedly specializing in providing legal counsel to the wealthy and powerful. How could they know that kid? Was there a mistake? Wu Min
remained unconvinced.

Lawyer Han quickly dispelled any lingering hope in Wu Min's heart. "That's right, my client is Zhang Ziwen.
" He then turned to Zhang Ziwen, who was sitting in a specially made chair, and asked, "You must be Mr. Zhang Ziwen."

Zhang Ziwen nodded, momentarily confused by the situation.

Lawyer Han, noticing Zhang Ziwen was handcuffed, frowned and said to Wu Min, "Officer, you
don't seem very friendly to my client. Why is he still handcuffed in the interrogation room?"

"We suspect he has serious violent tendencies, just in case." Wu Min reacted quickly; this senior
inspector was indeed not someone to be trifled with.

"Suspicion?" "Attorney Han shook his head and said, "I suspect you are abusing my client,
and there is suspicion of torture to extract a confession. I reserve the right to file a complaint."

Attorney Han then said seriously, "Now, please remove my client's handcuffs immediately."

Wu Min and the man with the crew cut exchanged glances, both thinking that lawyers from Jinzhong Law Firm were indeed sharp-tongued.

Wu Min gestured for the man with the crew cut to remove Zhang Ziwen's handcuffs. Being
complained didn't want to get involved in that trouble, no matter how unwilling she was.

Seeing that Wu Min and the man with the crew cut were cooperating, Attorney Han nodded and said, "Now I want to bail out my client.
From now on, I will answer all questions about my client."

"What? You want to bail him out? No, absolutely not." Wu Min refused without even considering it.

"I'm sorry, but because I suspect you are torturing my client to extract a confession, I must bail him out."
Attorney Han's words were sharp: "Also, if the handcuff marks on my client's wrists are deep, I will take photos as
evidence to present in court in the future." “

Whatever, I can’t let you bail Zhang Ziwen out.” Wu Min’s temper flared, her pretty face turning cold as she refused to listen
to Attorney Han.

Attorney Han remained unperturbed, saying calmly, “Fine, since you can’t make the decision, I request to see your
superior.”

“Seeing my superior won’t help either; I said I can’t grant bail, and that’s final.” "Wu Min's attitude was resolute. The crew-cut

guy, seeing things were about to go wrong—offending a lawyer would be a huge problem—gently tugged at his beautiful boss,
signaling her not to act impulsively.

Lawyer Han ignored Wu Min's attitude, pulled out his camera from his briefcase, walked over to Zhang Ziwen, and
started snapping photos of his wrists. Zhang Ziwen cooperated perfectly, deliberately raising his hand high; combined with the handcuff marks from the previous night,
two purplish-red welts on his wrists were clearly visible .

At this moment, the iron gate rang again, and a chubby policeman entered; judging by the insignia on his shoulder, he was clearly a high-
ranking official.

"Superintendent Chen," Wu Min and the crew-cut guy greeted the chubby policeman.

So it was a superintendent, Zhang Ziwen thought to himself, wondering if Lawyer Han could handle this superintendent.

The chubby superintendent nodded to Wu Min and the crew-cut guy, and seeing Lawyer Han taking pictures of Zhang Ziwen's wrist welts,
he chuckled and said, "Oh dear, Lawyer Han, why don't you come over and sit down? What are you
doing, taking pictures?" "Judging from his tone, he and this lawyer Han are old acquaintances."

Lawyer Han smiled and said, "I can't help it. I don't want to do this either, but I'm really afraid that my client will be abused by you .
As a lawyer, I can't explain it to my client." "Abuse?" The fat superintendent shook his head and said seriously, "Impossible. Such a thing would never happen

in my jurisdiction . It must be a misunderstanding." "A misunderstanding? Old Chen, then see for yourself." Lawyer Han raised Zhang Ziwen's hand towards the fat superintendent. The bloodstain was very obvious and could be seen at a glance. "Oh dear, how could you be so careless?" The fat superintendent scolded Wu Min and the other man, "Didn't I always tell you to be careful when handcuffing suspects? How did you make a mark?" When their superior criticized them, Wu Min and the man with the crew cut could only listen silently, both of them looking like they were humbly accepting the lesson. After scolding his subordinates, the fat superintendent laughed and said to Lawyer Han, "Look, I've already criticized them. There's no need to continue this matter. It's just a misunderstanding." " Attorney Han frowned and pondered, "But I'm really worried about my client if I can't get bail." "Bail? No problem, it's just bail, right? I'll process the paperwork for you right away. " "The fat superintendent answered readily . Zhang Ziwen was secretly delighted to hear he could be released on bail. Although he didn't understand why a lawyer would get involved, it was better than staying in this godforsaken place. Wu Min, hearing her superior readily agree to Lawyer Han's bail for Zhang Ziwen, hurriedly tried to stop him: "Superintendent Chen!" The fat superintendent shook his chubby hand, interrupting her. Since the fat superintendent agreed to bail, the rest was quickly resolved. The crew-cut man released Zhang Ziwen from the special chair, and Lawyer Han put away his camera. Seeing how readily Lawyer Han put away his camera, Zhang Ziwen wondered if there was any film inside. Being escorted in, yet personally escorted out of the police station by the superintendent, who even apologized, Zhang Ziwen thought he was dreaming. But when he saw the indignant look on Wu Min's pretty face, he couldn't help but defiantly raise his , which made the beautiful female inspector grit her teeth, almost biting her soft lips. Lawyer Han's car was nice, a BMW 5 Series." Zhang Ziwen leaned back in the comfortable leather seat, looking at Lawyer Han without saying a word, his face full of questions. Lawyer Han smiled at him: "Where do you live? I'll take you home." Zhang Ziwen gave him his address, looking at him, waiting for the answer. Lawyer Han looked helpless: "Don't look at me. I promised my client to keep it a secret from you; it's the minimum professional ethics for a lawyer, so you won't get anything from me." Then he smiled again and said , "But don't worry, my client has no ill intentions towards you; they just want to help you." Seeing that he wouldn't say, Zhang Ziwen was too lazy to ask any further. He would find out who his client was sooner or later; it was just a matter of time. In any case, it didn't seem to do him any harm. At least he didn't have to stay in the police station now. Having figured this out, he closed his eyes to rest, feeling at ease. They drove in silence for less than half an hour, and the BMW pulled into Xianghe Lane. Lawyer Han nudged Zhang Ziwen, who was leaning back in his seat, looking a little drowsy, indicating that they had arrived home.

Back home, Zhang Ziwen felt a sense of warmth. The house wasn't big and was a bit messy, but it
was finally his own space.

Looking at the familiar bed, Zhang Ziwen didn't even bother to shower before throwing himself heavily onto it.
Lying on the soft, comfortable bed, he took out a cigarette, lit it, took a satisfying drag
, and exhaled the smoke with blissful contentment, fully savoring the feeling of smoking in bed.

"Ring ring!" An annoying phone call woke Zhang Ziwen from his deep sleep. Opening his sleepy
eyes, he saw light streaming through the window; it was already bright outside.

"Who is it?" Zhang Ziwen's voice was thick with sleep, still not fully awake.

"You brat! Where were you yesterday? You didn't answer the phone or turn on your cell phone!"

Zhang Ziwen frowned, keeping the phone a distance from his ear. Only his cousin, He Li, dared to yell at him like that
.

After finally waiting for He Li to finish her tirade, Zhang Ziwen asked cautiously with a forced smile, "Sis, is there something you need so early
?"

"Of course!

Why would I call you if there wasn't something? Get over here right now!" "Can't you come over if you need something? It's really inconvenient for me to go to your place." Zhang Ziwen's tone was hesitant.

"Are you looking for trouble? Get over here now! You have one hour to be in front of me. Try not to come!"
The phone slammed down with a "click."

Zhang Ziwen held the receiver and smiled bitterly. He really couldn't avoid it; when his cousin got angry, he wouldn't have
any peace .

He quickly took a shower, tidied himself up, and went downstairs.

Chapter Twelve: Beautiful Cousin.

Getting to his cousin's place within an hour by bus was impossible, so he had to hail a taxi. If he was even a
second not let him off the hook. Sitting in the car, Zhang Ziwen thought of her tigress-like nature,
a bitter smile appearing on his lips.

Binjiang Road New District, a commercial area built only a year ago, is already quite prosperous.
He Li's boutique is located on this street.

Zhang Ziwen hesitated in front of his cousin's shop for a long time. He checked his watch; it was almost time for their appointment. Zhang Ziwen gritted
his teeth, pushed open the glass door of the boutique, and his face involuntarily turned bright red as soon as he entered.

There were several women in the shop, seemingly there to buy things. When they saw him enter, they all stared
at him with surprised eyes, and their faces also turned red.

"Liren Lingerie Boutique" was the name of He Li's shop sign. The shop was filled with colorful
and sexy lingerie. No wonder Zhang Ziwen felt unusually embarrassed. It was impossible for a grown man
not to feel awkward entering such a place.

"Hmph, I saw you sneaking around outside for a while. What, you finally decided to come in?" He Li
said with a displeased expression.

Zhang Ziwen gave an awkward, bitter smile, not daring to reply. The women shopping nearby, seeing a man enter,
quietly slipped away, clearly embarrassed. It seemed women were still somewhat shy about this kind of thing.

"Guilty conscience, your mind is full of dirty thoughts," He Li's slender finger poked
Zhang Ziwen .

Zhang Ziwen didn't dare dodge, humbly accepting He Li's lesson; if he dared to flinch, he'd be in trouble.

"Hmph, you've learned your lesson, you know my temper now. Go sit down," He Li said, seeing his pitiful look
, and stopped lecturing him, asking, "What would you like to drink?"

"Anything is fine," Zhang Ziwen replied, obediently walking to the sofa next to the counter and sitting down.

A moment later, a cup of coffee was placed on the coffee table in front of Zhang Ziwen. He Li sat on the sofa opposite him,
her beautiful eyes fixed on him.

"Tell me, where did you go gallivanting all day yesterday?"

"Nowhere, just with friends," Zhang Ziwen avoided He Li's piercing gaze.

"Gambling with them again?"

"No, no, just drinking and hanging out."

"Hanging out? You didn't even come home all night, and you call that hanging out?" He Li curled her lip and said, "Hmph, I told you not to
hang out with your bunch of scoundrels, but you wouldn't listen to me, would you?"

"Yes, I'll definitely come home earlier next time. I got drunk last night, so I stayed at a friend's place."
Zhang Ziwen dared not tell her that he had gone to the detention center; if she found out

, he would be in deep trouble. "Hmph, Xiaowen, listen to me carefully. If I catch you staying out all night again, see how I deal with you." He
Li finished speaking and glared at him fiercely.

Zhang Ziwen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his coffee and took a sip. His cousin's words meant that the interrogation
was over. Fortunately, she didn't pry too much, otherwise he would have given himself away.

"Do you know why I called you here today?" He Li shifted her position on the sofa and crossed
her legs.

"Is there something you need help with?" Zhang Ziwen guessed.

He Li was wearing a spaghetti strap dress, which was a little short after she sat down,
inadvertently Zhang Ziwen's eyes shifted elsewhere, not daring to linger on them for even a second.

"You're smart, knowing your older sister needs you," He Li said, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"So, are you willing to help your older sister?"

"Of course I am! Just tell me, and I'll make sure you get it done."

"It's a deal, so don't go back on your word." He Li's smile deepened.

"Fine, my sister's business is my business, how could I go back on my word?"

"That's right, it's not for nothing that I've always spoiled you. It's simple," He Li said mischievously, staring at his expression, "I
have to go out for a while, you'll have to watch the shop for me for a couple of days."

"Ah?" Zhang Ziwen's mouth dropped open, and after a long pause, he said with a bitter face, "I'm not really comfortable with that."

"Hmph, trying to back out?" He Li almost burst out laughing at his expression, but on the surface, she remained serious:
"What? Is it so hard for me to ask you for a favor?"

"I..." Zhang Ziwen hesitated, "You sell women's stuff here, how can I, a grown man, help
you?"

"I said I'd do it, so be quick, will you help me or not? Hmph, if you don't want to watch the shop, just say so." He Li ignored
his troubled expression, her soft lips curling into a sullen smile as she said, "I knew I couldn't rely on you. From now on,
I don't need , get lost." After saying that, she stood up angrily, but her eyes were full of cunning.

He Li's trick was absolutely effective. Zhang Ziwen said with a long face, "No, sister, don't be angry, I'll help
, okay?"

"That's more like it." He Li immediately changed her expression to a smile, sat down next to Zhang Ziwen, and pinched him with her delicate hand.
He smiled and said, "That's my good brother. Tell me, what do you want to eat?

It's your treat today." A captivating woman's fragrance wafted into Zhang Ziwen's nostrils. Chanel, He Li's favorite, and he believed that this fragrance was
also a favorite among men. Zhang Ziwen couldn't help but sniff.

“I have one more request,” He Li leaned against him with a sly smile. “If your sales are less than 3,000 yuan in two days,
I won’t let you off the hook when you get back.”

“No way,” Zhang Ziwen said with a long face. “How could a grown man like me sell even one item?”

“Hehe, I don’t care. Anyway, if your sales are less than 3,000 yuan, you can expect me to deal with you.” He Li smiled
sweetly leaned close to his face, blowing hot air. “If you sell well, I’ll reward you and buy you a set of brand-name casual clothes.
How about that?”

“We’ll see,” Zhang Ziwen muttered. He felt the softness of He Li’s body on one side,
the fragrant breath in his nostrils, and his arm was being rubbed by her full breasts. His lower body involuntarily reacted. Luckily,
he was sitting down, or he would have been incredibly embarrassed.

He Li, unaware of Zhang Ziwen's unusual physical state, leaned her soft body against him, saying to herself, "I
'm warning you, don't try to fool me. Your older sister might call to check up on me at any time."

Zhang Ziwen suppressed his inner turmoil and said with a wry smile, "I know, would I dare to fool you?"

"Hmm, that's a good boy." He Li suddenly kissed his cheek.

Zhang Ziwen felt his face flush and said, "Older sister, I'm not a child anymore, don't always treat me like I'm a child."

"Oh, still blushing, little brat, in your older sister's eyes you'll always be a little brat." He Li found his blushing
somewhat amusing. Her younger brother was so old but still so shy; this couldn't go on. She had to find him a girlfriend.

Seeing his blushing and still embarrassed, He Li stood up and teased him, "Alright, stop being shy,
acting like a girl. Let's go eat, your older sister will treat you to something good."

Zhang Ziwen hesitated for a while, waiting until the thing between his legs calmed down a bit before daring to stand up.

He Li said with a charming smile, "I'll leave after dinner. You can stay here tonight; it's convenient with upstairs and downstairs, and
you don't need to go back."

What could Zhang Ziwen say? He had no choice but to obey He Li's arrangements.

He Li probably really thought Zhang Ziwen was still a child. Walking with Zhang Ziwen on the street, she didn't care about her image at all. She
held his arm tightly, her body pressed close to his, their expressions intimate. The man was handsome and tall, and the woman was beautiful
and graceful. Passersby frequently turned their heads to look at them. They walked together so intimately, they really
looked like a couple.

After finishing lunch and returning to the shop, He Li quickly packed her things, picked up a small travel bag, and went downstairs. Seeing
Zhang standing awkwardly in the shop, she suppressed a laugh and said, "You rascal, it's not like I asked you to steal anything. Why are you acting
like this? Be natural, okay? Don't think about such inappropriate things."

Zhang Ziwen blushed and muttered, "Who's thinking inappropriate things?"

He Li giggled, "Good thing you're not thinking inappropriate things. I'm leaving now, go watch the shop." With that, she
planted his cheek, winked mischievously, and her alluring figure disappeared through the shop door.

Zhang Ziwen sighed. He'd seen plenty of beautiful women, but someone as beautiful and
feminine truly rare. Sometimes he even found it hard to resist
her charms. He could only blame her for being so attractive; she must have many suitors. He wondered who would be lucky enough to marry her someday. Zhang Ziwen felt a pang of melancholy.

Zhang Ziwen walked to the door and hung up the "Closed for Business" sign. He didn't want to do business today; he wanted to relax and unwind in the shop first. He'd
deal with business
tomorrow. Zhang Ziwen made himself an excuse, deciding to just take it one day at a time.

He made himself a cup of coffee, sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and looked around. The shop was full of
bras, panties, and stockings—bold, avant-garde, and sexy. The panties were incredibly small, lace-trimmed, and
almost transparent. Some were even worn on mannequins, making one's blood boil at first glance.

The

allure of women's intimate apparel was irresistible to Zhang Ziwen. At his age, he was full of youthful vigor
, and the temptation made his body burn. He felt a strong urge to take off a piece of underwear and
examine it closely. Zhang Ziwen drank several sips of coffee to suppress the fire in his lower abdomen.

As Zhang Ziwen lay back on the sofa, he suddenly thought of the two girls. He wondered how Tang Shu and
Chen Ya were doing. Now that he was out of the police station, they should be back at school by now.

Thinking of them, a smile appeared on Zhang Ziwen's lips. The two girls were quite adorable, especially Tang Shu. She was lively and
cute , with beautiful, clear eyes that were endearing. She was
at the prime of her youth, and with such a pretty girl, she must be a school beauty.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ziwen still remembered the feeling of her firm, full breasts brushing against his arm, a sensation that stirred his imagination and
left him wanting more.

He took a short nap on the sofa, and when he woke up, having nothing else to do, he strolled around the streets. When the time was
almost he grabbed a quick bite at a street stall and returned to his shop as dusk was falling.

It was the busiest time of day, with the shops on both sides
brightly lit and bustling with people.

Zhang Ziwen pulled down the shutter early, wanting to avoid seeing or hearing about it.
It was indeed a bit much for him to be stuck here selling this woman's intimate items.

Upstairs was a small one-bedroom apartment, complete with a living room, bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and
small balcony. The living room was simply yet elegantly furnished, with three pale yellow sofas,
a glass coffee table, and a rear-projection home theater system facing it, along with a high-end sound system.
Several abstract watercolor paintings in glass frames hung on the white walls, their subjects unclear. The overall layout of the living room
gave a fresh and comfortable feeling.

After showering, he made a cup of tea, lit a cigarette, and turned on the TV. Wearing only his underwear, Zhang Ziwen
comfortably reclined on the sofa, flipping through over a dozen channels without finding anything interesting. Feeling bored,
he noticed a DVD in a transparent case on the coffee table, picked it up, and turned it on.

This sight was irresistible; Zhang Ziwen's eyes were glued to the screen. A
seductive actress with glazed eyes was on a bed, using a vibrator to rub her fair skin against his lower body. Her movements were alluring, her lips
slightly parted as she emitted captivating moans. This scene ignited Zhang Ziwen's lust, and his tight underwear bulged out.

Zhang Ziwen watched the 30-odd minutes of porn until his lips were dry and his body was burning with lust. His underwear was so tight that his penis felt uncomfortable. He
never imagined his cousin would collect such films.

After the porn ended, Zhang Ziwen rushed to the bathroom to shower and extinguish the fire. He took a cold shower and walked out
naked .

At his age, no amount of cold showers helped. He sat down for less than half a minute,
and the scenes from the porn were already flashing through his mind again. With his lower body free of restraint, his penis became even more erect and proud.

Zhang Ziwen felt he had completely brought this upon himself. Why did he have to watch those DVDs? Now,
how was ? Where could he find a woman to satisfy it? Zhang Ziwen held his hand up to his face, glanced at it, and sighed with a wry smile.
Entering

the bedroom, he was greeted by the intoxicating fragrance unique to a woman's quarters. The bed was large and spacious, taking up almost half
the room. A thin blanket was piled haphazardly on the bed; it seemed He Li, like Zhang Ziwen, was too lazy to tidy up.

He turned on the wall lamp, the soft light illuminating the room. The entire room, including the furniture, was decorated in pink tones, clearly indicating that this was a
woman's residence. Zhang Ziwen lay naked on the bed, the lingering fragrance of the woman's body filling the room.
The scent, like an aphrodisiac, ignited his desire.

On the bedside table lay bras, panties, stockings, and other intimate items, their washing and
appearance conspicuously displayed, exuding mystery and allure.

Zhang Ziwen couldn't help but reach out and pick up the items, placing them on the bed. He casually
picked up the panties; the transparent, soft embroidered fabric felt smooth and delicate to the touch, emanating a uniquely feminine
scent.

He Li was so careless. Any man would lose control in the face of such a stimulating and sexy sheer fabric,
especially Zhang Ziwen, who was already burning with desire. His burning heat below couldn't withstand the sensory stimulation any longer. Zhang Ziwen's breathing
became heavy, and the hand holding the sheer panties moved towards his crotch.

Early in the morning, the annoying phone kept ringing. Zhang Ziwen was sound asleep, and he believed that the person calling at
this could only be his cousin He Li.

"You brat, what time is it and you're still sleeping?" He Li's fiery voice came from the receiver.

"I'm sleepy, let me sleep a little longer," Zhang Ziwen mumbled through his nose.

"Sleep my foot, get up now."

"Ugh."

"Did you hear me? Stop lying in bed. I'll count to three, and if you don't get up, I'll see what I do to you when I get back."

"Okay, I'll get up, stop counting," Zhang Ziwen yawned and mumbled.

"You brat, you must have been watching TV late last night. From now on, you're going to bed at 10 pm sharp every night, understand?"

Zhang Ziwen was wide awake. If He Li found out he'd watched porn, that would be terrible. He hurriedly
promised on the phone, "Yes, yes, I'll definitely go to bed earlier from now on. I'll get up now, okay?"

"That's more like it. By the way, have you seen what's on the bedside table?" He Li
's voice on the phone became hesitant.

Zhang Ziwen shuddered at the sound of her voice and looked at the few personal items lying on the floor. He asked guiltily, "What
? What?"

"Your older sister's undergarments, have you seen them?" He Li's tone was deliberately calm
.

"Hmm, I think so, they're all here." Zhang Ziwen tried his best to sound calm.

"What? I think I have some. Remember, you washed it for me. I was in a rush and didn't have time to wash it myself. If you wash it for me,
I'll reward you when I get back." "

What? You want me to wash this?" Zhang Ziwen blushed, feeling
embarrassed . Actually, even if He Li hadn't said anything, Zhang Ziwen would have had
to wash it anyway. There was a lot of suspicious sticky liquid on those soft, thin underwear. Could he leave it unwashed?

"Why not? How can you leave it unwashed for a few days? Listen to me, washing it at home isn't shameful.
What ? Okay, that's all. It's settled then. I'm hanging up now." He Li didn't forget to remind him
to open for business, keeping a close eye on things.

He Li's mind was truly clever. She called him at the perfect time, and after all the commotion upstairs,
she opened for business at exactly 10 o'clock, which Zhang Ziwen couldn't help but admire.

He hadn't made a single sale all day. The women who came in, seeing him, a grown man,
blushed and left, embarrassed. Even the few who did come in only glanced around briefly, and no one asked him about
prices . Coupled with his indifferent attitude, sitting on the sofa smoking and drinking coffee,
it would be strange if he sold even a single bra or pair of underwear.

Around seven or eight in the evening, Zhang Ziwen was
starting to . Just as he was about to get up and close, a young, beautiful woman entered. She looked to be in her early twenties,
tall and slender, wearing a light green sundress and carrying a matching leather handbag. She
looked fashionable and elegant.

Even before she got close, her fragrance wafted over. Zhang Ziwen recognized it—Chanel Coco,
the same brand He Li used. He instinctively sniffed.

Seeing Zhang Ziwen standing beside the sofa, the beautiful woman paused, a blush spreading across her fair and pretty face, adding to
her stunning charm, making Zhang Ziwen's heart flutter slightly.

Unlike other female customers who turned and left, or those who made a show of browsing
and stopped beside a mannequin wearing a semi-transparent pink crystal silk lingerie set, admiring it closely and even
touching it, as if testing its feel.

The woman's openness made Zhang Ziwen feel a little awkward. He couldn't go forward to introduce it, as he didn't understand it, and he wanted to ignore it, but
the woman was too eye-catching. So he just stood there dumbfounded. Zhang Ziwen habitually took out a cigarette and lit it to hide his
slightly embarrassed feelings.

The woman touched and looked around the store, strolling leisurely and carefree, completely ignoring this big man,
as if he didn't exist.

Chapter Fourteen: A Loud Slap

"Boss, do you have a fitting room?" the woman asked, holding a set of sheer fabric in her hand.

Zhang Ziwen glanced at it; it was a super-thin, light blue lace-trimmed lingerie set. Having spent a day in the store, he was quite familiar
with eye-catching lingerie, and he knew the set of sheer panties she was holding was a thong, daringly
styled and unbelievably sexy.

Seeing that he wasn't answering and kept staring at the lingerie in her hands, the woman frowned: "I'm asking you a question."

"What? Oh, the fitting room? There is one over there." Zhang Ziwen pointed to the small door at the top of the stairs.

Seeing his distracted state, the beautiful woman glared at him with displeasure.

The fitting room door was closed, but it left Zhang Ziwen with too much to imagine. Even the slightest sound from inside
made his heart skip a beat. She was probably already wearing that sheer thong. Zhang Ziwen's mind was filled with lewd
thoughts, imagining how sexy the beauty inside would look in that gossamer-thin lingerie.
The temptation in the fitting room was already arousing him just by imagining it; if it were a real-life display, his crotch would probably
be too embarrassing to hide.

Zhang Ziwen slipped behind the glass counter and sat down, afraid that his crotch would bulge out if he wasn't careful. With the
counter covering him, he wouldn't have to worry about anything.

After a while, the beautiful woman came out of the fitting room, still holding the light blue lingerie set.

"Boss, how much is this set?" The woman had already walked to the counter.

"Let me check." Zhang Ziwen opened the computer and checked the price of the lingerie set.

Soon, the lingerie design in the woman's hand appeared on the computer screen: a high-end jacquard
lace piece , priced at a hefty 1688 yuan.

Zhang Ziwen thought it was a mistake. This fabric, as thin as a cicada's wing, could be so expensive? It could be easily crumpled in one hand,
weighing barely a pound, yet it cost over a thousand? He checked repeatedly; it was indeed correct.

"Hurry up, haven't you found the price yet?" the woman urged him impatiently.

"Oh, I found it, 1688 yuan." Zhang Ziwen struggled to quote the price, feeling like he was running
a shady business .

"Here you go, 1700, keep the change." The woman took a wad of cash from her wallet and handed it to him,
then also handed him the lingerie: "Wrap this up for me." She was generous with the money, and
even more so with the lingerie, without any hesitation.

He haphazardly stuffed the money into the counter drawer, holding the lingerie still warm from the woman's body, unsure what to
do. How was he supposed to wrap it? Zhang Ziwen had a headache.

Seeing him lost in thought while holding the underwear, the beautiful woman frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure in her eyes. "What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and wrap it up!"

"I don't know how to wrap it," Zhang Ziwen said apologetically with a smile.

"Don't know how to wrap it? I really don't know how you manage a business!" The woman was even more displeased.

"I'm sorry, I'm just temporarily filling in. Why don't you just take it back like this?"

"How can I do that? This is worn close to the skin. What if it gets dirty?" The woman suddenly realized she had been a bit
too direct, her face slightly flushed, and she continued, "Open the counter, I'll look for it myself. There should be a box."

Zhang Ziwen pushed open the glass counter but didn't dare to get up. The allure of the sexy sheer fabric in his hand
was strong, and his erection was sure to be exposed if he stood up.

The counter was narrow, and the woman bent over, rummaging through it. Zhang Ziwen could glimpse
her cleavage from her bent-over waist. Her bra was made of purple silk satin, its vibrant color making her full, snow-white breasts even more
mysterious and alluring. A fragrant breeze wafted through the air, intoxicatingly sweet.

The glimpse of spring before him stirred a desire within Zhang Ziwen. He took several deep breaths to calm his turbulent emotions.
He wondered if anyone else would have remained seated like this. Perhaps they would have already taken
her on the spot, for a rapist's actions could be swift and decisive.

"Alright, finally found it." The beautiful woman squatted down, holding a plastic bag and an elegant cardboard box. She looked up and
held out her hand, saying, "Give it to me."

Zhang Ziwen, his eyes fixed on her half-exposed breasts beneath her sundress, was preoccupied with thoughts of the rapist and didn't notice her words.

"What are you looking at?" The woman suddenly stood up, snatched the lingerie from his hand,
and blushed as she scolded, "Where are you looking, you filthy pervert?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Zhang Ziwen, snapped out of his reverie by her scolding, stammered an apology, his face flushed, realizing
he was indeed in the wrong.

"Hmph, didn't mean to? Nobody believes you, you filthy pervert." The woman continued to curse as she stuffed the lingerie into the plastic bag.

"Didn't I apologize to you? Don't be so unforgiving." Zhang Ziwen was getting angry;
the words were really grating. "What are you being so arrogant about? You're just looking around with your dog eyes, you're asking for it." The beautiful woman wasn't backing down, giving him

a disdainful look . "Can you stop being so rude? What dog eyes? What scoundrel? What did I see in you?" Zhang Ziwen stood up and glared at her, his lower body already back to normal after her insult. "Why are your eyes so wide? Still saying they're not dog eyes?" The beautiful woman looked at him contemptuously: "I called you a scoundrel , what are you going to do to me? You dare to peek but don't dare to admit it, you're not a man." "I don't dare to admit it, then tell me, what did I see in you?" Zhang Ziwen was very dissatisfied with her aggressive approach; even if he had seen her chest, he was now determined to deny it to the death. "You...you scoundrel!" How could the beautiful woman dare to admit that he had peeked at her chest? She gritted her teeth and said angrily, " You bastard , are you even a man?" "I'm not a man? Why don't you try?" Zhang Ziwen retorted sarcastically. He saw the policewoman's shadow in this beautiful woman and no longer spoke to her politely. "You—" The beautiful woman's face turned red with anger. She rushed forward and raised her hand. With a "slap," five finger marks appeared on Zhang Ziwen's face . Zhang Ziwen didn't expect the beautiful woman to attack so suddenly, without any warning. His vision blurred, and he felt a burning . He had such good skills, yet he had suffered such a loss. Zhang Ziwen smiled bitterly. He could only blame himself for his innate slow reaction when facing beautiful women. He deserved to be slapped for nothing. Seeing him standing there dumbfounded and laughing after being slapped, the beautiful woman muttered contemptuously, "What a jerk, not a real man." Having probably vented her anger after the slap, she tossed the strap of her bra over her shoulder, gave Zhang Ziwen a disdainful look, and turned to leave. "You, you stop right there!" Seeing the woman about to leave the store, Zhang Ziwen, unwilling to give up, stepped out from behind the counter to confront . The woman stopped, turned back, and looked at him with disdain. "You think you can just walk away after hitting someone?" Zhang Ziwen had already reached the woman, glaring coldly at her. "Then what do you want? Medical expenses?" The woman's contempt deepened. "You think you're right to hit someone?" Facing the woman, Zhang Ziwen's speech was a little slurred, and his words sounded rather idiotic . "I think I'm right, you deserve it." The beautiful woman raised her eyebrows and said, "Nothing to say, huh? I'm leaving now, don't delay my shopping." "You!" Zhang Ziwen was furious at her arrogant tone, seeing that she didn't take him seriously at all.

He really wanted to slap her pretty face.

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean'? You look pretty defiant, don't you? Want to hit me?" Seeing
his wasn't afraid at all. She tossed her head and leaned closer to him, taunting, "Come on, try touching me!"

A fragrant breeze wafted over him, and the woman's chest was almost touching him. Zhang Ziwen involuntarily took a step back.

"Hmph, with your pathetic appearance? What, do you think I'll leave?" Seeing Zhang Ziwen retreat, the beautiful woman
looked down on and didn't want to argue with him anymore.

Chapter Fifteen: The Beautiful Woman Always Appears at Night.

Zhang Ziwen felt incredibly uncomfortable. What could he do to her? Could he really leave a mark on her pretty face
? Zhang Ziwen regretted calling out to her earlier; wasn't he just asking for trouble? Forget it, Zhang Ziwen shook his head
and mocked himself.

"You can go now." Zhang Ziwen was utterly helpless and reluctantly let her go.

"Hmph, what a waste of time." Seeing his helpless tone, clearly unable to do anything about him, the beautiful woman turned around with a victorious
smile and left triumphantly.

He'd been slapped for no reason, and by a beautiful woman no less, yet he
couldn't ?

Zhang Ziwen was extremely depressed. He didn't want to do business anymore, so he locked himself in bed, venting his anger on the roller shutter,
pulling it shut with a jarring "whoosh."

Around 9 a.m., Zhang Ziwen was woken up again by He Li's phone call. He Li was keeping a close eye on him, giving him no
chance to slack off. Reluctantly, he had to get up. He Li warned him on the phone that if he lost
3000 yuan in sales within two days, she wouldn't let him off the hook. This beautiful and fiery cousin was a woman of her word.

Zhang Ziwen always felt that He Li was his nemesis. He could ignore everyone else, but He Li was
someone he was genuinely afraid of.

All morning at the shop yielded nothing; today would likely end in the same dismal fashion as yesterday. Although there was
a profit of 1700 yuan last night, the cost was too high. Where was he going to get the remaining 1300? Zhang Ziwen sighed,
thinking He Li really knew how to make things difficult; this was a completely impossible task.

He hastily ate a lunch, returned to the shop, made a cup of coffee, leaned back on the sofa, lit a cigarette,
and casually pulled out a beautifully printed brochure from under the glass coffee table. It was truly an eye-opener; the contents were all about beautiful women in various styles of lingerie, their poses alluring, their figures voluptuous, especially their private parts, half-concealed, half-revealed, adding a touch of seduction
. After flipping through a catalog, his groin was throbbing unbearably. The shop was filled with temptations, overflowing with erotic lingerie that stimulated desire. Zhang Ziwen sighed, realizing this was no place for a man. Facing these sheer, colorful garments every day, he couldn't sleep without taking care of himself at night. Right now, he felt the urge to go upstairs and relieve himself. If he stayed a few more days, even a young and strong man like him probably wouldn't be able to endure it. Luckily, he didn't have enough money, otherwise he would definitely have to find an entertainment venue to release his pent-up frustration. Zhang Ziwen had never been to a prostitute before, and if this continued, the world would soon have one more patron of prostitutes. He remained bored until after 3 pm when suddenly more female customers started browsing. Some of them looked somewhat familiar , as if they had been there yesterday. Today, these female customers were acting strangely; unlike yesterday, they didn't run away as soon as they saw a male shopkeeper. Although most of the female customers had flushed faces, they were carefully examining the lingerie on the shelves, no longer just glancing at it perfunctorily. Zhang Ziwen pretended to be nonchalant, sitting on the sofa smoking and drinking coffee, letting the women browse and choose freely, trying his best not to look at them to avoid embarrassment. These women were quite persistent, browsing the small shop for a full half hour. Some left, while others boldly went into the fitting rooms to try on lingerie, and most of them bought what they had tried on . From the first customer's visit, many more came in, and by dusk, they had sold over a dozen sets of lingerie. Although not as expensive as the ones the beautiful woman had chosen the night before, the total came to nearly 3,000 yuan. Zhang Ziwen could hardly believe it; to him, it was practically a miracle. Zhang Ziwen was overjoyed, having exceeded the task assigned by He Li. He prepared to close up shop and go upstairs to watch porn. He Li had a huge collection of adult films, and Zhang Ziwen had certainly satisfied his porn cravings for the past two nights, though it had also severely damaged his manhood , almost rubbing off two layers of skin. Just then, another woman entered. She was quite beautiful and very feminine, with an elegant and noble air. She didn't look her age ; she appeared to be in her mid-thirties, yet also in her late twenties. She was dressed fashionably in a black halter dress that made her skin appear even whiter and more delicate. A platinum diamond pendant necklace adorned her long, smooth neck; the diamonds must have been several carats, clearly indicating an expensive price tag. Do all stunning beauties only appear at night? Having learned from last night's experience, Zhang Ziwen became cautious, reminding himself not to look around carelessly, lest he suffer another undeserved misfortune. When the beautiful woman entered and saw Zhang Ziwen, she, like the other female customers, was slightly taken aback, her face flushing red. She was truly breathtakingly beautiful. Zhang Ziwen had once again concluded that any woman with even a little bit of attractiveness was captivating when her face flushed; those with exceptional beauty were even more so, capable of making a man's heart tremble. This elegant, mature woman not only stirred Zhang Ziwen's heart but also brought a touch of surprise. There was a familiar feeling about her features, a sense of déjà vu, as if he had seen her somewhere before, but Zhang Ziwen couldn't . The elegant woman, however, was quite generous, carefully selecting lingerie from the shelves. Before long, she had chosen two sets: a semi-transparent pink crystal silk lingerie and a light purple ultra-thin lace-trimmed sheer lingerie. Without going to the fitting room, she directly asked the price and purchased them. Zhang Ziwen checked on the computer, took a deep breath, and saw that the French brand Aubade and the Italian brand Sensi cost 3600 yuan for two sets of clothing. Just a few pieces of thin silk cost over 3000 yuan; Zhang Ziwen felt it was ridiculously exaggerated. "Is it ready? How much?" The elegant woman's voice was full and magnetic, extremely pleasant to listen to. "It's 3600 yuan." Zhang Ziwen swallowed hard, answering cautiously, afraid the elegant woman would think he was overcharging him . "Hmm, the boss is very honest in business. This price isn't expensive. I bought one of these sets elsewhere before and paid over 2000 yuan." The elegant woman was clearly satisfied with his quote.

"Not expensive?" Zhang Ziwen muttered to himself. What kind of business was his cousin running? It was too ruthless! This
woman really knew how to pick things; both sets were the most expensive in the store, and they were the only ones available, no stock left.

Soon, the elegant woman handed him a thick wad of cash. Zhang Ziwen didn't even dare to count it and just stuffed it haphazardly into the counter
, prompting the elegant woman to gently scold, "Why didn't you even count it?"

"No need to count, I trust you."

The elegant woman chuckled, "I've never seen a business owner do business like you."

Her smile was captivating, like a fleeting radiance; the bright lights in the store seemed to dim instantly,
overshadowed by her exquisite smile.

A beautiful voice, a stunning face, a mesmerizing smile—Zhang Ziwen couldn't help but be infatuated, completely
stunned.

The elegant woman seemed to have seen many men in such a dazed state, a hint of smugness flashing in her eyes. Being
admired by a man was always something a woman should be proud of, especially a man much younger than herself
, a rather handsome young man.

Urged on by the elegant woman's soft reminders, Zhang Ziwen finally snapped out of his reverie and hurriedly
packed her lingerie into a bag. After seeing her off, he was drenched in sweat and felt weak all over, no less
exhausted than during intense training in the army. The allure of beautiful women, especially stunning beauties, was
something Zhang Ziwen couldn't resist.

The beautiful woman's presence was elusive, and a subtle fragrance lingered in the shop. The intoxicating scent left by the elegant woman lingered in the room .
Zhang Ziwen sniffed, closed the shop door, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a few smoke rings. The tobacco flavor seemed to
blend with the subtle fragrance, creating a strange and indescribable aroma.

Over the past two days, he had encountered two exceptionally beautiful women with completely different personalities and temperaments at dusk. He
lingered, savored the memory, and felt a sense of unease. Would he meet them again? Would they
return ? Would he encounter another beauty tomorrow night? Zhang Ziwen suddenly
felt reluctant to leave the lingerie shop. There were just too many unforgettable moments here

. Good things don't last forever, and good dreams don't last forever. Just as Zhang Ziwen was sound asleep, a sharp pain in his ear woke him. Who else but
He Li would treat him like this?

"Hmph, I knew you'd still be lazing in bed, sleeping in. I came back first thing this morning to teach you a lesson
."

Chapter Sixteen: An Encounter with Tang Shu . Zhang

Ziwen rubbed his ear, which she had pinched so hard, and muttered, "Sis, can't you just let me get some sleep
?" He turned over, trying to continue sleeping.

"Smack!" A crisp, loud sound rang out as Zhang Ziwen's bottom received a solid slap. This slap
completely banished his sleepiness. He remembered he was only wearing underwear, hurriedly covering his lower body with a thin towel,
and sat up halfway, looking at He Li, who was standing with her hands on her hips.

"Hmph, little brat, you know how to be shy? Look at the time! Still sleeping?" He Li
glared at , her expression both fierce and alluring.

"What time is it?" Zhang Ziwen picked up his watch from the bedside table and looked at it. 11 o'clock? How could he be sleeping so
soundly? He deserved her scolding; it must be because he'd done it too many times last night and was too exhausted. Thinking this,
Zhang Ziwen suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, glancing furtively at the floor where several wads of white toilet paper were conspicuously visible.

"Get up now! What are you dawdling in bed for?" He Li's urging voice rang out, startling Zhang Ziwen
. He silently pleaded, "Sister, please don't look at the floor!"

"Sister, could you please leave first? I need to get dressed," Zhang Ziwen asked cautiously,
hoping she would agree quickly so he could clean up the mess.

He Li rolled her eyes at him, her soft lips curling into a sneer: "So many scenes, what part of your body hasn't your older sister seen?
Still shy?" Despite her words, she walked towards the bedroom door.

The toilet paper on the floor was so white it was almost blinding. The scene Zhang Ziwen dreaded most had finally happened. He
Li bent down to pick up the wad of toilet paper, glaring at Zhang Ziwen: "Sloppy! Look how dirty you've made the house. You
'll have to clean it later."

Zhang Ziwen didn't dare answer, his face flushed as he looked away, not daring to glance at He Li.

He Li was about to throw the wad of paper into the trash can when she suddenly felt it was sticky. Thinking it was snot, she was slightly annoyed
and wanted to scold Zhang Ziwen again. Seeing his flushed face and his embarrassed expression as he stared blankly to the side
, seemingly lost in thought, He Li had a sudden thought. She glanced at the wad of paper and instantly understood what was making it so sticky.

He Li's face flushed slightly, she muttered a curse under her breath, threw the suspicious trash into the trash can, and hurried out.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom; she knew someone was washing their hands.

Seeing her leave, Zhang Ziwen glanced at the wad of toilet paper in the trash can, praying that she hadn't noticed
the indecent . Unfortunately, his last shred of hope was dashed; He Li had already noticed, though he didn't know
it.

"What are you dawdling in there for? Get out here!" He Li's crisp, fiery voice rang out from outside.

Thankfully, Zhang Ziwen secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He Li's voice sounded normal, so she probably hadn't been discovered.
Relaxing, he quickly dressed and left the bedroom.

The two sat on the sofa in the shop. He Li sipped her coffee while listening to Zhang Ziwen's
report on the past two days' business. She was very satisfied with his performance; he had not only met the target sales but had exceeded
it by more than double. He Li had initially wanted to pick a fight with him, but now she didn't need to. A sweet smile appeared on
her face; the tigress had transformed into a lady.

"Good lad, not bad, not bad at all. You're quite capable," He Li praised him, noting that he had sold three sets of high-end goods,
generating a considerable profit.

“Maybe I was just lucky. I didn’t expect three of the sets to be so expensive.”

“Well, don’t be modest. I might not even sell one high-end item in a month.” He Li counted out
ten hundred-yuan bills and handed them to him: “Here, this is for you. I keep my word. Buy your own clothes.”

“So much?” Zhang Ziwen hesitated for a moment but still reached out to take it, saying embarrassedly, “You’re giving me all the profits
?”

“Dream on.” He Li rolled her eyes at him: “If I give you all the profits, I’ll starve.”

“You mean more than that?” Zhang Ziwen was a little incredulous. If that were true, this business was
too profitable.

“That’s right.” He Li gave him a smug look: “The three sets you sold must have made at least 2,000 yuan
, and the other ten or so sets must have made more than 50% profit. Are you stupid? Look at you, so silly.” Looking at Zhang Ziwen…
Wen looked incredulous, and He Li teased him.

"Damn, really damn it," Zhang Ziwen shook his head and said, "Aren't these rich women crazy?
A few scraps of cloth costing over a thousand, and they buy them without hesitation. I don't understand."

"What do you know?" He Li rolled her eyes at him. "Little brat, you'll never understand women's psychology."

Zhang Ziwen smiled bitterly, speechless. He truly didn't understand; otherwise, he wouldn't have suffered such a loss with the beautiful woman from the other night,
and that policewoman Wu Min, who seemed to want to devour him alive.

He Li was clearly in a good mood today, and she took Zhang Ziwen's arm, wanting to treat him to a nice meal as a reward. The two went to
a nearby elegant Western restaurant, a place He Li often brought him to. The meal cost over 300
yuan.

After the meal, Zhang Ziwen and He Li parted ways. With over 1000 yuan in his pocket, his steps
were lighter; money really does have a boost.

After getting out of the taxi, Zhang Ziwen had just reached the intersection of Xiangheli Road when he saw a girl with a backpack standing with her back to
him , looking around. The back view looked familiar.

He walked closer and saw it was Tang Shu! What was she doing there? Zhang Ziwen walked up and patted her on the shoulder. Tang Shu flinched and turned her head. Upon seeing him, her pretty, rosy
face flushed bright red, making her incredibly charming. Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat.

"What are you doing here? Waiting for someone?" Zhang Ziwen asked with a smile, suppressing his inner turmoil.

"Hmm," Tang Shu nodded, blushing. "I have a classmate nearby. We were supposed to meet here,
but he hasn't come yet."

"So you're just going to keep waiting if your classmate doesn't come?"

"I won't wait if he doesn't show up." Tang Shu looked a little embarrassed and asked him, blushing, "Brother Wen, do you live here?"

"Yes." Zhang Ziwen smiled and pointed to his apartment building. "I live there. Come visit sometime."

"You're treating me?" Tang Shu said sweetly. "If you treat me, I'll come to your house often." At this moment, her
face was no longer red, and she regained her lively side, joking with him.

"Please," Zhang Ziwen drawled, "You're welcome to visit my home anytime, but not today,
it too messy. Let's do it another day."

"Hmph, Brother Wen isn't sincere," Tang Shu wrinkled her cute nose and said coquettishly, "You don't even know when to reschedule,
and you don't have my contact information, you're just giving me the runaround."

"Heh, contact information is easy enough, I'll just give you my phone number." Zhang Ziwen then asked her,
"Are you really going to wait like this? Is your classmate even coming?"

"I don't know," Tang Shu blushed again and said softly, "I've waited so long, I'm not going to wait anymore, my
classmate probably won't come."

"Then let's not wait," Zhang Ziwen thought for a moment and said, "How about this, Brother Wen will treat you to a cold drink, it's so hot
, let's find a cool place."

"Okay!" Tang Shu said happily, "Let's go now, I know a place,
you treat this time, I'll treat next time." A shy slyness flashed in Tang Shu's eyes as she finished speaking.

Her gaze was strange, but Zhang Ziwen couldn't understand it. He was always oblivious to women, especially beautiful women.

Tang Shu had chosen a good place—a leisure club. Taking the elevator straight to the 9th floor, they were led
into a large hall by a hostess. The hall was elegantly decorated, with bright, gleaming solid wood floors, exquisite
crystal chandeliers, rows of light-colored sofas, and smooth, clean glass round tables. Soft, soothing music filled the air. A few guests sat in small groups, some whispering, others
. Judging by their attire, many were white-collar workers or social elites. Tang Shu was clearly very familiar with the place, heading straight for a booth by the floor-to-ceiling window. Zhang Ziwen, however, was a little uneasy. He had originally planned to just find a casual cold drink shop, but Tang Shu had brought him here. Judging by the environment, this place wasn't for the average person; he worried that his 1,000+ yuan wouldn't be enough to cover such a expense. The booths were semi-open, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering views of the outside. As soon as Zhang Ziwen and Tang Shu sat down , a waiter brought them an attractive price list. Zhang Ziwen flipped through a few pages; they were all coffee names printed in both Chinese and English, followed by a list of spirits. Chapter Seventeen: The Boring Man . Zhang Ziwen was a little unsure, so he handed the price list to Tang Shu: "What would you like to drink? Ladies first, you go first." "I'll just have a cappuccino." Tang Shu took the list and handed it back to the waiter, asking him, "What would you like to drink, Brother Wen?" "You know this place well, you can just order anything for me." Zhang Ziwen had never been to a place like this before, so he had to delegate the order to Tang Shu. "Let me think," Tang Shu tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "The Blue Mountain coffee here is good, Brother Wen, you can order that. " "Okay, I'll do as you say." "Alright." Tang Shu said to the waiter, "One Blue Mountain, one cappuccino, and a crystal cake." " A short while later, the waiter brought out their coffee and pastries. The environment here was so elegant that he, who rarely went to such places, felt uneasy and couldn't relax. Facing the beautiful Tang Shu, he couldn't find a suitable topic to talk about, so he picked up his coffee to try and hide his unease. The Blue Mountain coffee was indeed excellent; its rich aroma was unforgettable. A small sip had a refreshing and mellow taste, leaving a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth. Tang Shu noticed Zhang Ziwen's unease and carefully asked, "Brother Wen, don't you like it here?" "Not really," Zhang Ziwen smiled and said, "It's just that I rarely come to places like this, so I might not be used to it . This place is nice, I quite like it." Coffee has a calming effect; after a few sips, he felt much more relaxed, and Zhang Ziwen actually quite liked the environment. Hearing him say this, Tang Shu breathed a sigh of relief and smiled sweetly, "Since Brother Wen says this place is nice, we'll come a few more times and get used to it. We'll come again next time. " Seeing Tang Shu's sweet smile, Zhang Ziwen had no reason to refuse. He smiled and nodded. The beautiful young woman's invitation was so generous that he felt an urge to give up everything he owned. " Shu, do you come here often?" Zhang Ziwen asked . Tang Shu blushed slightly, and, as if remembering something, said somewhat shyly, "Not often. My mom..."

"I like coming here for coffee, and sometimes you bring me here once or twice."

Zhang Ziwen didn't understand why she was blushing, so he smiled and asked, "You came here twice with your mom and you've already fallen in love with it?
So you brought me here today?"

"It's not that I brought you here because I think it's quieter, Brother Wen, but also..." Tang Shu seemed
a little .

Zhang Ziwen smiled without saying anything, watching her cute blushing face, waiting for her to say what she would say next.

"Also, I have a free card here, so I don't have to pay." After hesitating for a moment, Tang Shu still said
it.

"That's great, hehe, then I'm saving money today." Zhang Ziwen was genuinely happy, his heart
was open, and he was originally worried about the few coins he had, but now that he didn't have to pay, he couldn't help but be happy.

Seeing Zhang Ziwen's happy look, Tang Shu was also very happy, and took out a shiny gold card from the backpack next to her and
handed it to Zhang Ziwen, saying in a sweet voice, "Brother Wen, this is for you, you can use this card to get free meals here in the future."

Zhang Ziwen took the card and glanced at it. It was a VIP card. He accepted it without hesitation and laughed, "You gave it to me
, so what will you do when you come again?" "

It's okay, my mom has some more. Even if I want to come again, I can just call you." Tang Shu
blushed slightly at the last sentence.

"Okay, if you want to come, call me. I'll take the card, Brother Wen. Thanks, hehe." Zhang Ziwen didn't
notice her expression. He was too happy to accept the free VIP card. This place was great, and he would come often
. Why not use the card?

Tang Shu saw that Zhang Ziwen accepted it so readily without any hesitation. A different man might have pretended to refuse
. Tang Shu looked at him with her beautiful eyes, finding him more and more interesting.

Zhang Ziwen felt a little awkward with the beautiful woman looking at him so directly. He touched his face and asked, "
Is there something on my face? Is something dirty?"

Tang Shu couldn't help but giggle at his serious expression. Her laughter made Zhang Ziwen even more suspicious of
something on his face, so he pressed his face against the French windows, trying to find a flaw in his reflection.

The more he did this, the more Tang Shu laughed. Afraid of disturbing other guests, she covered her mouth,
her delicate face flushed red, making her even more beautiful.

"Brother Wenwen, stop looking! There's nothing on your face!" Tang Shu asked, slightly out of breath. She found
Zhang Ziwen hilarious.

"Nothing? If there's nothing, why are you laughing at my face?" Zhang Ziwen was confused, not understanding what was so
funny.

"Okay, Brother Wenwen, stop looking so serious." Tang Shu waved her hand, almost bursting into laughter again
. "I was just looking at you, I didn't say there was something on your face! You're so funny, I can't stand your serious
expression."

Zhang Ziwen suddenly realized, giving an embarrassed laugh. "Little girl, you dare make fun of your Brother Wenwen? I'll
spank !" “

I’m not afraid of you.” Tang Shu stuck out her tongue at him, making a face that could melt anyone’s heart. “
I’m not a little girl anymore, you can’t call me a little girl.” Her shy and cute appearance, with a hint of coquetry,
was incredibly attractive. Zhang Ziwen’s head was spinning.

“Heh, I can’t call you a little girl? How old are you?”

“A girl’s age shouldn’t be told to a man casually, don’t you know that?” Tang Shu found
Zhang Ziwen unusually interesting; who asks a girl’s age so directly?

“I really didn’t know that, is there such a thing?” Zhang Ziwen was a little embarrassed by the direct refusal to answer.

Tang Shu looked at him like an alien, her beautiful eyes wide open, and chuckled. “My god, you really didn’t know?”

“Just tell me, and you’ll know. You just won’t ask girls’ ages casually anymore.” Zhang Ziwen
was a little dejected. Was he really that old-fashioned in this regard?

Seeing Zhang Ziwen's discouragement, Tang Shu said sweetly, "Okay, I can keep it from others, but Brother Wen,
I'll tell you. I'm 19 now." Tang Shu continued shyly, "I'm a sophomore at Zhonghai University.
Brother Wen, you can come visit me at school sometime."

Zhang Ziwen nodded and smiled, "I will, I'll definitely come see you when I have time."

"That's a promise then, don't just brush me off."

"Don't worry, Brother Wen keeps his word. Anyway, I'm free anyway." "Zhang Ziwen regretted his words as soon as he said them.
It was blatantly telling her he'd been idle and doing nothing.

Tang Shu didn't care what he said; she was just happy that Zhang Ziwen had agreed to come to her school.
This was a date, wasn't it? Tang Shu's face flushed again. She didn't understand
why she was always shy in front of Zhang Ziwen; she'd never been like this with other men before. Tang Shu was secretly annoyed at herself for being so weak-willed.

Seeing her blushing face and lost in thought, Zhang Ziwen assumed it was a chain reaction from his earlier words.
Indeed , what era were they living in? The information age, fiercely competitive, and he was still drifting through life aimlessly.
He even looked down on himself, let alone the beautiful young woman studying at a prestigious university in front of him.

Each of them was preoccupied with their own thoughts, their ideas worlds apart.

Zhang Ziwen was getting restless. He glanced at his watch; it was almost 6." At that moment, Zhang Ziwen made an excuse about having plans with a friend
and prepared to leave.

Tang Shu had originally wanted to have dinner with him, but upon hearing that Zhang Ziwen had other plans, she didn't dare to say anything more . A hint
of reluctance was subtly revealed in her beautiful eyes, but unfortunately, the clueless Zhang Ziwen couldn't understand the meaning in her eyes.
With a slight sigh, she had no choice but to give up.

The two took the elevator downstairs together and exchanged phone numbers. Zhang Ziwen hailed a taxi for her and watched
it drive away until it was out of sight before slowly walking towards his place. His unintentional farewell
made Tang Shu, who was sitting in the car, steal glances at him from time to time, her heart pounding. A blush crept onto her beautiful face again, but this time
it wasn't from shyness

. Chapter

Eighteen: Farewell to Despair

That night, Zhang Ziwen tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Ever since being discharged from the army and sent
home , his spirits had been low, and he had been living a life of despair.

The regretful look in his old superior's eyes, his parting words, were still vivid in his mind: "Young man, remember this: be
patient in everything you do, don't make the same mistake again. Go back home and do a good job. You can do it; you are an elite trained by the army. I believe you will be just as great as you were in the army
when you return home."

Zhang Ziwen had probably suffered too many shocks in recent days. First, the policewoman stirred up memories of his time in the army; then, the loud slap from
the lingerie shop girl; and today, his unintentional reply to Tang Shu's question—his departure from the army and return home...
"What's the point of having all these skills if I'm still a useless person? If I continue to be so decadent, I'll truly become social
scum.

Am I even a military elite anymore?" Zhang Ziwen cursed himself inwardly. He'd been back for so long and hadn't made anything of
himself . He'd wasted his time in the army. He couldn't go on like this. "Zhang Ziwen, pull yourself together!
It's not too late to wake up now. You have to stand up again! "

The morning mist was gently torn apart by a ray of sunlight, and the chill that had accumulated overnight vanished in an instant
. People who had gotten up early for exercise bought breakfast and gradually headed home, and the quiet morning in the city began to bustle and lively.

Zhang Ziwen had gotten up very early today. He was sitting at a breakfast stall, drinking soy milk and eating fried dough sticks,
with a newspaper in his hand. He was browsing the job postings in the morning paper while eating. It seemed that after a night of internal
struggle, this former military elite had finally come to his senses.

Making a decision is easy, but putting it into practice is often difficult in real life. Zhang Ziwen was feeling a bit frustrated.
He flipped through the newspaper's job postings page. There were many positions available, but the requirements were all different.
Half of the openings were for master's or doctoral degree holders, some were for bachelor's degree holders, and at the very least, they needed a junior college diploma. With his own qualifications, he was only a high school graduate.
There were no restrictions on security guard positions, but at least veterans were given priority. He had served in the military, but he had been discharged. With
a stain on his record in the military, he would definitely have a hard time getting by in civilian life. Who would dare to hire a soldier who couldn't even be properly trained in the military? Unless
he concealed his military experience.

Turning to the back of the newspaper, Zhang Ziqiang's eyes lit up. It seemed fate was finally giving
him a chance to start over. A large group called Xin'ao had a job posting occupying most of the page, covering everything
from executives and managers to assistants, salespersons, office staff, drivers, security guards, and even the lowest-level cleaners. Zhang Ziqiang carefully browsed through it. The educational requirements for positions below manager weren't high; aside from the menial cleaning jobs , everyone was open to application. The job posting was valid for three days, and today was the first day. Zhang Ziqiang was overjoyed. With so many vacancies, he had to apply for at least one. Checking the time, he decided to go back and change his clothes before the interview, making sure he looked presentable. Just as he stood up to pay, his phone rang. Zhang Ziqiang pulled out his phone and saw the caller ID: "Damn, why is this guy up so early?" The caller was Hai Dafu, Zhang Ziwen's childhood friend. He was chubby, and Zhang Ziwen called him Fatty Seaweed. A typical night owl, he was the type who couldn't wake up during the day but was incredibly energetic at night ; he didn't even need to adjust to the time difference when he went to America. "The sun must be rising in the west! You're up so early not to watch the sunrise, are you?" Zhang Ziwen teased into the phone. "Damn! You're up already? I can hear cars passing by on the phone." "So, what's up so early? What do you want?" "Hehe," Fatty Dahai chuckled mischievously on the phone, "I haven't slept yet, why are you up so early? I was just checking up on you today, damn it, didn't expect you to be up already, harassment operation failed." "You're always up to no good, how many times has this happened?" Zhang Ziwen was a bit exasperated by his friend's antics, laughing and cursing , "Damn it! You can forget about harassing me from now on, bro, I've reformed and am looking for a job." "Really?" Fatty Dahai's exaggerated voice came from the phone, "What's wrong with you? Your pretty older sister provides you with several thousand yuan a month for living expenses, why are you stupidly looking for a job?" "Damn it, you don't know anything, I'm not talking to you anymore, I have to go back and change my clothes, I have an interview later, hanging up ." "Don't hang up, are you serious?" "Bro, I'm just bored, why would I lie to you?" "Alright, let's find a place to drink tonight. Haven't seen you for a few days. You disappeared for days after winning money from your buddies last time. You're not a nice guy." "Okay, I'll call you tonight. That's all." Zhang Ziwen hung up the phone. It would have been better if Fatty Dahai hadn't mentioned winning money. It just ruined his mood. The bathhouse where he got into trouble was the one Fatty Dahai recommended, which made him spend a whole night in jail for nothing . He had to give him a good talking to tonight. Back home, he took a shower, shaved, and changed into a white short-sleeved shirt with dark stripes and light gray trousers. After getting ready, he looked in the mirror. The handsome man in the mirror looked quite dashing, and Zhang Ziwen was a little smug . With his outfit and good looks, he even looked like a potential talent. He figured he could apply for some kind of job. Haidong Development Zone was already a very famous development zone in Zhonghai City and even the whole country. It integrated finance and trade, processing and manufacturing, and high-tech information industries. Since its establishment in the 1990s, it has undergone large-scale development, opening up, and construction in more than 10 years . A number of multinational companies and large domestic enterprises Zhonghai branch of Norddeutsche Bank, Siemens, Alcatel, Tomson, Huayuan, the Asia-Pacific headquarters of Citibank, and Ping An Insurance Company, have settled in Haidong. Today, Haidong has become a bright pearl on the head of the Yangtze River. Zhang Ziwen was standing downstairs at the Yinmao Building in the Haidong Development Zone. The headquarters of the Xin'ao Group was located in this building. This was his first job search, so he was understandably a little nervous. He lit a cigarette in the aisle, satisfying his craving and calming his anxiety. He glanced at his watch; it was almost time. Taking a deep breath, he headed into the building. The lobby was spacious and bright. Office workers were huddled around the elevators, frequently checking their watches , perhaps worried about being late. A hint of anxiety lingered on their faces. Entering the crowded elevator, Zhang Ziwen asked someone near the door to press the button for the 22nd floor, where the Xin'ao Group's HR department, advertised in the newspaper, was located. Stepping out of the elevator, Zhang Ziwen paused. The 22nd-floor aisle was already crowded with people, some sitting, some standing. Several more people emerged from the elevator behind him, all seemingly there for job interviews. He thought he'd arrived early enough, but there were far more eager . The competition was fierce, Zhang Ziwen thought to himself with a slight sigh. There were so many applicants that the HR staff divided the job into several rooms, with job descriptions to help interviewees understand which position they were applying for. Everyone received an application form from the staff; Zhang Ziwen also got one. Those who received forms gathered in small groups at a long table set up in the aisle to fill them out. Zhang Ziwen glanced at it briefly; it looked similar . After completing his resume, he only wrote "can drive various types of vehicles" in the "Special Skills" section, without specifying the exact model he was driving.

Small aircraft and boats, proficiency in various conventional light weapons, the ability to install and dismantle various types of bombs, and the skill of one-hit kills in close
combat—these skills were useless here, so he didn't dare fill them out, lest he frighten people.

The job title section gave Zhang Ziwen pause for thought. He wasn't qualified for manager level, assistant required
at least a college diploma, and security guard required veteran status. His military service had been terminated, so he didn't even dare fill in his military experience and had to give up.
Other positions like cleaner or general logistics were too beneath him. After much deliberation, he finally filled in the position of office clerk.
The requirements for weren't high: a high school diploma or above, and computer skills. He had received training in these areas in the military,
and while he wasn't a hacker, proficiency in office software was no problem. Perhaps the office clerk position was
his only option.

After filling out the form, Zhang Ziwen breathed a sigh of relief. While filling out the job title, he reflected that
this so-called military elite was nothing outside the military; he was no different from a useless person.
If he didn't wake up to this reality, his life was over.

Zhang Ziwen secretly resolved to perform well in the interview and secure the clerical position.

The person collecting the forms was a very pretty and quiet clerk, Xu Ying (0215), the number and name printed on her
name tag .

Chapter Nineteen: The First Interview .

Perhaps because of Zhang Ziwen's outstanding appearance, Xu Ying glanced at his form and, seeing the position was
clerical , a slight look of surprise appeared in her delicate eyes. She then looked at him again; his attire and demeanor suggested he
was applying for a manager position, so this was unexpected.

Zhang Ziwen smiled at her and said, "What? Is there something I didn't fill out correctly on this form?"

"Nothing's wrong," Xu Ying blushed slightly. "I was just looking around. You can wait here; I'll let you know when
the interview is." With that, she quickly left, her face still flushed, to collect other people's forms.

Zhang Ziwen watched her retreating figure. Dressed in a business suit, she was petite and slender. Working for a large company was different
; even her walk was graceful. While admiring her, Zhang Ziwen noticed something: he was the only one receiving
the treatment of having his application form reviewed by Xu Ying. He suspected she would personally contact him for interviews, as he hadn't seen Xu Ying speak
to any other applicants.

With so many applicants, it looked like he'd have to wait quite a while. Zhang Ziwen's craving for a cigarette kicked in, so he went to the back
stairwell , took out a cigarette, and lit it. With each inhale and exhale, he gathered
his thoughts in the hazy smoke, preparing himself to avoid being caught off guard by the interviewers' questions.

He quickly finished the cigarette, and as soon as he stepped out of the stairwell, he saw Xu Ying
looking around . Seeing him approach, she scolded, "Where did you go? It's your turn for the interview. I thought you left."
Her tone was somewhat like a lover's reproach.

"So it's my turn already?" Zhang Ziwen was taken aback, then said embarrassedly, "I thought I'd have to wait a long time, so
I went to the restroom."

"Alright, don't say anymore, I'll take you there. I put your resume at the front, if the interview director
doesn't see you, you won't get a chance." Xu Ying urged Zhang Ziwen, seeming even more anxious than him.

Fortunately, just as they reached the door, they heard someone calling Zhang Ziwen to come in. Xu Ying gestured for him to go in quickly
and gave him an OK sign. Zhang Ziwen smiled at her and gave her a grateful look.

After he went in, Xu Ying gently shook her head, thinking, what's wrong with me? Why am I being so enthusiastic towards him?
She looked back at where she came from. Wait, the restroom was clearly over here. I wonder what he's up to
. Oh well, why should I care so much? He's not anyone to me. Xu Ying shook her head self-deprecatingly and
absentmindedly walked back to her office.

As soon as Zhang Ziwen entered, he saw a middle-aged woman in a business suit sitting at the opposite table. She appeared to be around
forty years and wore thin-rimmed glasses. Upon seeing him, she glanced at him and said, "Please sit down," gesturing for him
to sit in the chair at the table.

After he sat down, the woman picked up a form and softly read, "Zhang Ziwen, age 24, ethnicity..." She
then looked up at Zhang Ziwen and asked, "You're Zhang Ziwen?"

Zhang Ziwen nodded, "Yes, that's me."

The woman glanced at the job title section and said, "Oh, you applied for an office clerk position?" A look of suspicion
crossed . "Yes, I applied for an office clerk position," Zhang Ziwen thought to himself. Why did she and Xu Ying's expressions become so strange

when he mentioned applying for an office clerk position ? The middle-aged woman scrutinized him carefully and said, "Do you think the office clerk position is suitable for you?" Zhang Ziwen nodded and said, "After reading your company's job posting in the newspaper, I can only meet the requirements for this position. There are no other suitable positions for me. This is the only one that seems right for me." The middle-aged woman glanced at his resume again and said, "You have a high school diploma. So, you've decided to apply for this position?" "That's right, I hope to get this position," Zhang Ziwen nodded and said. He suddenly felt like he was in a police station during this interview; it was all face-to-face, a question-and-answer session. The middle-aged woman gave . The work is very complicated. Mr. Zhang, as a man, is the first person to apply today. Do you really think you can handle this job?" Zhang Ziwen blushed, feeling a little embarrassed. Was this position meant for women? He had no experience applying for jobs; this was a big blunder. Zhang Ziwen said apologetically, "Is there a gender restriction for this position? I'm sorry, I didn't see any advertisement in the newspaper that this position is limited to women. I'm truly sorry." The middle-aged woman glanced at him and said, "This position isn't gender-restricted. It's just that office clerks are usually women, and men rarely apply for this position. You don't need to apologize." Seeing his slightly embarrassed blush, she smiled and continued, "I was just asking casually. Perhaps this too." Zhang Ziwen nodded without answering, thinking to himself, "A man is suitable for a woman's position? " Seeing that he only nodded and remained silent, the middle-aged woman smiled and asked, "If the company decides to hire you, are you sure you can do this position?" Zhang Ziwen thought for a moment and said, "If the company gives me this opportunity, I'm sure I can do it. I believe I can do it just as well as a woman." "Alright, that's all for today." The middle-aged woman smiled and stood up. "Please wait for Mr. Zhang at home..."

"The company informed us that we will respond within three working days at the latest."

Zhang Ziwen stood up and said, "Then I will wait for your company's notification. Thank you for today." After
saying

goodbye, he shook hands politely with the middle-aged woman. He took his leave and didn't see Xu Ying in the hallway. He wanted to say hello before leaving, but had to give up.

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he saw a very familiar young woman's back enter the elevator opposite. Just as he was about to take a closer
look, the elevator doors closed.

Zhang Ziwen wondered to himself, "There shouldn't be anyone I know here, right? Why does that back look so familiar?
I feel like I've seen her somewhere before?"

Just then, his phone rang. Zhang Ziwen glanced at the caller ID; it was Tang Shu calling.

"Hello?"

"Wen-ge, where are you?" Tang Shu's sweet voice came from the phone.

"I'm in Haidong District. What's up? Is there something you need?" “

Oh, you’re not home? I’m near your house right now, just wanted to call and see if you were home,”
Tang Shu’s voice sounded a little down.

“I just finished my errands and I’m about to go home. By the way, are you waiting for your classmate near my house again?”
Zhang Ziwen remembered Tang Shu mentioning that a classmate lived near his house.

“Yeah, but we just parted ways. Did my classmate go home?” Tang Shu finished speaking and then asked, “Brother Wen,
will you be back soon?”

“Probably in about 40 minutes.”

“Great, how about this, I’ll wait for you around here, and we can have dinner together tonight, okay?” “Oh, okay .

” Zhang Ziwen hesitated, remembering his appointment with Pang Dahai.

“What’s wrong, Brother Wen? Do you have something else to do? I’ll just go home by myself.” Tang Shu seemed to sense
Zhang Ziwen’s hesitation.

“It’s nothing serious, just a friend invited me to drink tonight.” "Zhang Ziwen thought for a moment and then said,
"How about this, if you can wait for me, I'll come back right away, and we can have dinner together tonight."

Tang Shu's understanding made it hard for Zhang Ziwen to refuse her request to have dinner with him.

"Really?" Tang Shu's happy voice came from the phone, "Then I'll wait for you at the intersection near your house, see you
there!"

"Okay, see you there." Hearing Tang Shu's cheerful voice, Zhang Ziwen felt a warmth in his heart.

To avoid keeping Tang Shu waiting, he hailed a taxi, which was much faster than the bus. In about 20 minutes,
the taxi arrived at Xiangheli. As soon as he got out, he saw Tang Shu looking in his direction from afar. Upon seeing him, she greeted him with a joyful expression
.

This girl, didn't she find a place to sit and wait? If she had taken the bus, wouldn't she have had to stand there for over 40 minutes?
Zhang Ziwen felt a touch of emotion. Waiting for him was an extremely beautiful young woman. Tang Shu was wearing a light green
sundress today, which added a touch of charm to her already youthful beauty.

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